Anna rolled her eyes at Enzo and silently wiped the longbow. Her emerald pupils reflected the inner city ruins in the distance where holy light was flickering, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the bowstring.

When will she be able to achieve that kind of strength?

Monica held the listless Xiao Mu in her arms, her wine-red eyes showing some ease and liveliness.

She chuckled softly, her voice carrying the unique quality of a noble lady:

"A Level 45 Ice Golem is just cannon fodder... With the Puppeteer's spatial jumps and ice control, they're capable of fighting even a Legendary.

"Captain Alfonso... not to mention. Our previous battle outside the Warcraft Mountain Range was originally the lowest level battlefield faced by combat professionals in the Holy Dragon Continent.

"The gap between us and them is as big as the gap between Xiao Mu and the dragon. There's no need to feel discouraged."

Xiao Mu made a weak "hmm" sound in her arms, and her pink body bounced in Monica's broad chest, as if she felt aggrieved by the metaphor, but unable to refute it.

Mark didn't say anything, but just rubbed his forehead hard. Now the hatred between them and the Enlightenment Society is getting deeper and deeper.

As the team captain, he is under a lot of pressure.

He looked down at his mud-stained heavy armor and the spotless black cross necklace on his breastplate.

Even if you are a ■■ priest and own two pieces of mythical equipment.

But in front of someone like Alfonso, he might not even have a chance to make a move.

No matter how reasonable Monica's words are, I believe everyone here understands the feeling of despair when facing the gap.

After all, strictly speaking, they are the four members of Mark's team.

No, five.

It's all heresy!

Just as Mark's team was walking through the accumulated water towards the outside of Anchor Bay.

A heavy and regular sound of armor colliding came from far away.

A holy knight, completely covered in thick silver plate armor, was like a moving steel fortress, riding his warhorse and striding up the high ground through the mud.

The rain washed away the crossed judgment swords and the burning "XIII" emblem on his breastplate. The holy light flowed, spotless, forming a stark contrast to the disgrace of Mark's team.

The knight stood in front of Mark, his gaze beneath the visor calm and composed, like an emotionless war machine.

With a clang, he pounded his chest with his right fist in a standard knight's salute. The sound carried a metallic hum through his visor:

"Your Excellency Trainee Inquisitor Mark Spence. By order of Captain Alfonso Lin, I am replacing your insignia."

He spread out his armored palm, and in the palm of his hand lay a brand new trainee judge badge.

The style is exactly the same as the previous one that triggered the holy light transmission.

Beneath the two crossed Judgment Swords, the burning number "XIII" seemed to still carry the residual warmth of the furnace, the aura of holy light...

Well, it's still as bland as the beer in the hotel that has been diluted ten times with water.

Mark looked at the badge and felt it was hotter than a roasted whole cow.

The badge of a trainee inquisitor?

Haha, this thing really shines on the city wall and attracts some real big shots to them.

But it is also like a spotlight, nailing them firmly in the sight of certain beings.

Whether it's the existence of the Holy Light Church or the existence of heretical forces...

Mark doesn't want anyone to pay attention to him!

He didn't want to wear this thing anymore.

He forced a very forced smile, his tone was three parts sincere and seven parts flattered:

"Ah! Master, how... so thoughtful! Look, I just swam in the sea and rolled in the mud a few times. There's really no clean place on my body to hang such a sacred thing. How about..."

He rubbed his hands, his eyes wandering:

"Will you keep it for us first? When we have time, I mean... I'm ready. I've cleaned myself inside and out, burned incense and bathed for three days before heading to the Holy City..."

Before Mark could finish his words, Enzo rushed forward, his eyes wide open, his voice loud enough to drown out the sound of the rapidly receding waves in the distance:

"Prepare? What the hell are you preparing? Take it away! This thing is just a locator beacon and a trouble attractor! We are adventurers, not the leashed hounds of your Knights!

"I almost got eaten by a legendary monster after wearing it once. If I wear it again, will I have to punch the card at the gate of the abyss?"

I have to say that Enzo is really brave.

He saw that Mark didn't want to accept the badge, but he didn't see that Mark had a hard time not accepting it.

As he shouted, he walked forward and picked up the new badge with two fingers in disgust, as if he was holding a worm that had just crawled out of a rotten oyster, and pretended to stuff it into the bag on the knight's waist.

The Holy Knight's hand rose up like lightning and grasped Enzo's wrist with precision.

The force was so great that even the dwarf warrior's mithril wristbands groaned slightly.

The knight's voice remained steady, yet it carried an undeniable coldness:

"The badge represents identity and responsibility. The commander has ordered that it must be worn."

He reached out his other hand directly to Enzo's fingers holding the badge, his movements simple and powerful.

As an official knight of the Holy Knights, his strength level is one level higher than Enzo's, and that is a real level higher!

Not those adventurers in the Thirty-Six Towns who are just fat but strong, and have empty realms.

Even if Enzo is a professional with a hidden second job, he may not be a match for this official knight.

The scene was very embarrassing for a while.

A dwarf bared his teeth and tried to throw away the "Holy Light Dog Leash", while a tin can rigidly carried out the task of "putting the leash on the dog", and the two started to compete in the mud.

Anna hugged Xiao Mu, the corners of her mouth seemed to twitch slightly, and she turned her face away.

Monica held her forehead helplessly, her wine-red eyes filled with "I knew it would be like this, luckily I didn't get angry and directly represent the Holy Light to destroy Enzo."

“Hmm!”

At the critical moment of the dispute between the two sides, Xiao Mu suddenly stretched out half of his pink jelly body from Monica's arms.

A tentacle popped out with a "whoosh", as fast as lightning, and accurately swept away the badge between Enzo's fingers, which was about to trigger a "Dwarf vs. Knight" fight!

The Holy Knight's movements froze instantly, and his visor seemed to turn towards the pink slime.

Xiao Mu rolled the badge in front of his eyes, curiously poked the burning "XIII" on it with another tentacle, and then with a "gulp", swallowed the whole thing into the translucent body!

The badge emitted a faint light inside Xiaomu's body, like a wrapped firefly.

Xiao Mu made a satisfied "hmm" sound and shrank back into Monica's arms. The three-colored light on his body seemed to brighten a little bit.

Holy Knight: “…”

mark:"……"

Enzo: "...Well done, Little Mu! Here's a snack for you!"

Anna: “…”

Monica: "...Xiao Mu, um... remember to tell me when you've digested it, so I can check to see if you have an upset stomach..."